An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.

Never Truly Alone

i thought i saw a girl
in a faded red sweater
standing on the third floor
balcony
though i looked again
and saw a Canadian flag
whose movements in the wind
i mistook for
flicking cigarette ash
to the ground below
i smiled at this
painless confusion
as my eyes are weak
and the laundry exhaust
obscured my sight
then a magpie flew
overhead, and as he
dipped his wing to turn away
he cawed in that familiar tone
that sounds
like laughter